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What Easter Means To Me

Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace

Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ

They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”

He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop

Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by 
An angel rolled it away

He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said

He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care

He represents new life 
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?

I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!

By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
Written: 03/21/2011


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Spring Showers

The Happy Field and Spring Shower Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies among the fragrant flowers of the field and meandered, singing songs, along a stream. No agendas to keep to; no schedules to curtail the pure pleasure that we took in consuming every lovely hour of our Saturday. With our picnic lunch, we sat down on a blanket. Later we lay looking up at clouds. Transported to the wonderland of our imagination, we named them fluffy mountain ranges, bunnies, sheep, and Easter lily petals until they morphed into lopsided bearded faces, huge white polar bears and cotton-breathing dragons. Unexpectedly, the clouds grew dark, and suddenly, we saw and felt large raindrops splatter on our skin. We fled our happy field, arriving home - two children, wet and laughing, just as the spring shower let up. How were we to know in the springtime of our lives that the field and the rain from which we fled I’d one day write about as metaphors for youth. Written for the Spring Showers contest 3/30/13


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The ' Hoppy Ban '


So sad..Hopping in and Out of one' s life....

It's Peter Rabbit for Pete's" sake...

He comes by each and every year...

For this they say we should fear ?

Just to share a Spring holiday ?...

He's a horrid creature, so they say...

He has big ears and a cotton tail...

And sometimes he even carries a pail..

Full of candy, and colorful decorated eggs...

This day is between Valentine hearts , and Green Beer kegs....

He's rarely ever seen...

And has never ever been mean...

So why are all these American States...

Having all these holiday debates ?..

I await my basket filled with a chocolate kiss..

I only hope his picture does not end up on...

The Post Office " 10 most wanted list "...





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Believe!

Salutations my Brethren, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour!

Though weary from your travels you may be
through Gods' love there is hope for you and me

to save the world He gave His only Son
and through the Cross death lost and life has won!

So to all of you who for salvation pray
take Christ into your hearts this very day

for God so loves us all that He did give
the precious blood of Christ so we could live!

If truly in your hearts you do believe
this gift of lasting life you will recieve!

Go in peace, dear Brethren, and may the Grace of God
follow you all of your days!  In Christs' precious name, Amen.



Inspired by Brian Strands An Easter Epistle contest


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What Easter meant for us

I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day when one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s  will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separated by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us 
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King


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Undone Hidden Flaws

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There once was a garden in Thomaston
But all the hidden flaws show now in sun
     Bombarded by winter cold
     Delicate Easter dress bold
Became frozen, tattered, falling undone

Now that lovely garden in Thomaston
Back in early spring's golden rays of sun
      Rose blooms, tulips open tips
      Flawless are flowers no thrips
Remember Rose Trellis_ love's embrace spun


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Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


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What Easter means to Me

As I sit and reflect on this Easter Sunday.
Many things pass through my mind.
As I see Christ hanging on the cross, 
knowing HE laid down his life for me.
So my life is, entrusted to thee.
He died, he rose, so new life began
I know you suffered on the cross
to deliver us, giving us eternal life.
You suffered so that I may live.
What more honor could you bestow
on me ,one of your sheep, saving me,
through your mercy, through your grace.
The promise of everlasting life.


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Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      


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Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


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Believe! (Repost)

Salutations my Brethren, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour!

Though weary from your travels you may be
through Gods' love there is hope for you and me

to save the world He gave His only Son
and through the Cross death lost and life has won!

So to all of you who for salvation pray
take Christ into your hearts this very day

for God so loves us all that He did give
the precious blood of Christ so we could live!

If truly in your hearts you do believe
this gift of lasting life you will recieve!

Go in peace, dear Brethren, and may the Grace of God
follow you all of your days!  In Christs' precious name, Amen.



Have a Happy and Blessed Easter!


Placed 1st in Brian Strands An Easter Epistle contest


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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


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True Meaning of Easter Time--and Day

Easter Time... and day... 
This is shown in many ways
Some celebrate it... by an Easter bunny
Tis funny 
How the world man-made... 
To distract Our Lord's Day

True meaning of Easter Time and Day
Tis God made a way... For all of Us to be Saved

Tis the day.. Our Lord and Savior
Was Crucified.. On the Cross
Nails driven in both hands and feet
Blood dripped down.. From thorns of a crown
That the soldiers placed on His head
They killed Our Lord.. Sword threw His side
Yes.. Our Precious Lord.. Jesus died.. 

Then the Earth Shook
Moment Jesus took
All our sins-suffering- disease -pain-away
Then three days
Our Beautiful Savior Raised
Jesus Our Divine Christ
Raised up from the dead
Save Our Souls... giving Eternal Life

Resurrected... for us to become redeemed from our sins
We have the opportunity to become Born-again
All God asks... of us is to believe 
What His Only Begotten Son... had done
To whomsoever believes shall not perish 
But have Everlasting Life
With Our Savior Jesus Christ
Live in Eternity... Forever

As we know... this world shall pass away
But Our Savior Shall Live on Forever

The ways of this world
Don't want anyone to know
The Truth... in Easter Time... Day... 
For Tis then those whom has eyes to see
Hearts to believe... 
Shall become saved... Born-again
Their Souls then... Live Eternally with Him
Jesus Christ... Our Divine King

Come to Jesus
While there is still time


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The River So Calm

The river is so calm, flows with such great ease It does move, but only when there is a breeze I feel like taking a dip in the water But most people would wonder what’s the matter It seemed like a good idea for Sunday Knowing its Easter, its cold, I say no way I’m a little crazy, but not that insane I sure would not do something quite this inane The water still looks pristine and beautiful I still put my toes in the water, prideful It takes me aback, but I love the cool feel It makes me feel alive, and know that I’m real Someday soon I will go for a swim in here When it is warmer, the best time of the year
Russell Sivey


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What Easter Means To Me

+ ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + 

By His wounds I am healed
He died on the cross for me
My sin never to be revealed
Was nailed to the tree

He died on the cross for me
So that I may have new life
Was nailed to the tree
Heart pierced to end my strife

So that I may have new life
My sin never to be revealed
Heart pierced to end my strife
By His wounds I am healed

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Entered in Gwendolen Rix's
"What Easter Means To Me" Contest


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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


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The True Meaning of Easter

The True Meaning of Easter! The true meaning of the Easter story, Is God’s Son came down to Earth from glory. Jesus really does love you and me. He was born to die that you might be free. For 33 years, he lived among sinful men. Then one day was to be an atonement for our sin. He who was born of the virgin Mary’s womb. Was to one day rise again from an empty tomb. So many people today have gotten into a bad habit, of replacing Jesus with the bunny rabbit. So please reach out to others and let them know, Of the lover and redeemer of their soul. The true meaning of Easter must forever be said. Of God’s son who died, but arose from the dead! By Jim Pemberton


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Sunrise Sonnet

I stand upon our Makakilo hill
And gaze toward the valley calm and still.
The brilliant sun will soon be rising high
Morphing rays of gold in the twilight sky.

The clouds are rimmed in light as Sol ascends.
Another day in paradise begins—
As birds begin their chorus in the trees
Our flag waves softly in Hawaiian breeze.

A floral scent embraces humid air
Of heaven's divine fragrance sweet and fair.
I love to rise before the dawn each day
Enriched by nature's wonders as I pray.

I see the good in all mankind and know
That peace will come to nations as we grow.


(non-traditional Sonnet)

Happy Easter to Everyone!


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A Kind and Gentle Man

I had a dream that I walked behind
a man in white cloth - so gentle, so kind;
he told me his name with his fatherly voice
and asked me to follow, though it was my choice

He talked in stories which made me think,
while he told large crowds to take of his drink;
he walked among beggars, cripples, and thieves,
and he only asked us that we all just believe

I watched his miracles bring back the dead,
and I wept as they shoved thorns upon his head;
I watched him be beaten, spit on and cursed,
and on the day he died - the clouds rained with a burst

I cried because I had lost my very dear friend,
although, he told me that it was not the end;
I didn't understand this man, this begotten son
was the way to eternal life - for me and everyone

I walked alone without him there,
and felt so lonely because my soul did care;
this gentle man they did kill for me,
so I could live on and really be free

When I awoke from my dream I had a plan,
to live my life - to be a better man;
for what I learned from this only one
is that He is truly God's only son

I know my friend will always be,
even at times when I can't always see;
for a life is lost - without the One,
a kind and gentle man we call the Son.



For "What Easter Means to Me" contest sponsored by Gwendolen Rix.


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What Easter Means to Me

What Easter Means to Me! I think about what Easter means to me. There’s message that I hope you’ll see. There is a truth, a purpose for believing. But too often, it’s lost it’s true meaning! In this society, there tends to be a habit. Of comparing Easter with the bunny rabbit. There’s chocolate, candy and eggs in the store. As people come back, looking for more. There’s a message of God he wants to tell you. A message a life. Don’t let others fool you! A new life in Jesus, can be yours for the asking. An abundance of HIS love and life everlasting! HE is alive! He arose from the dead! His message of life eternal will forever be said! His gifts of love and mercy is for all to receive. He stands at your hearts door. Won’t you believe? What Easter means, is that Jesus is risen! This day… You can be cleansed and forgiven! Won’t you allow HIS message to touch your soul? The risen Jesus can make you whole! Let’s proclaim God’s message and make it clear! Jesus Christ is alive today! He is right HERE! The tomb is empty! The stone is rolled away! This is God’s time! The Lord’s resurrection day! By Jim Pemberton


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Silversmith of Dream

Dreams frolic
  in the basket of the mind,
    like easter eggs on sunday grass,
       pastel hands for slowing time.
             A misty- trusting face,
               just beyond the frosted glass
                 a spirit mare with feiry mane
                  that licked the heart with lips aflame 
                      waved hello 
                      then 
                      blackhanded 
                      your naive face...into the frosted glass of
                        loneliness...
                     Good times coddled a lavender star
                  within a blackened space, 
                in place of friendly smiles without names...
               they taught you the art of
             forging then forgetting scars
               with a silly smile,
                   turned a room of bitter spirits into angels
                           and blueberry wine...
                                  slowly sliced their lives away. 

                               The golden armed drummer drums the songs of dream,
                            ice cream trucks and noon church bells
                          flow into the soul like rose petals on the wind...
                        strumming songs of love and hatred
                     like streams of bile and gilded rosary...

                     Everything is gone now, 
                      the flesh-the bone the bitter laughs
                        the metal of youth churned into the thinning cloth of age.
        
               Things meant to live and breathe, 
         will give the soul to the silversmith,
     who forges life into shimmering dreams.





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What Easter Means to Me

kids with clothes as bright as sun
eggs and chocolate lots of fun
but Easter means much more to me
then all of this frivolity 

we condemned cursed sentenced Him
we scourged spit hung Him to a limb
our sins hung nailed Him to a tree
now there is life for you and me

He gave pure love from heaven above
laid down His life this beautiful dove
because He chose the tree you see
you and i can now be free

He did not cry He did not groan 
He knew three days He rolls the stone
He did it one time for eternity
conquered death for love for all you see

we no longer hunger no longer thirst
because His love removed the curse
He does not follow He takes the lead
Rejoice, Rejoice, HE IS RISEN INDEED!


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A walk to the Cross

When Jesus walked to Calvary,
He fell many times along the way,
His heavy load caused Him to stumble,
Are we too proud to be so humble?

Our life is our walk to Calvary,
We also will fall along the way,
Our load is worry, fear and hate,
Do we deserve to reach the Golden Gate?

All His life Jesus did nought but good,
We would do the same if only we could,
If only we could embrace His way,
Our faith would grow stronger each passing day.

For forty days in the wilderness,
Satan watched to see Him transgress,
He never did, to His Father he was true,
Oh; this could happen to me and to you.

God loves us so much, that He gave up His son,
Who died for us in a terrible way,
Our sins, on His back, he bore that day,
God couldn't watch, He turned away.

Jesus died and was laid in a tomb of stone,
For three days He lay there but not alone, 
Angels watched o'er Him day and night
On the third day the stone was rolled away.

Jesus was risen on that Easter morn'
His grave clothes were left for all to see,
Death was defeated and Satan cried,
I have been beaten, my prize denied.

What Jesus did all those centuries past,
Was to set us free from his clutches at last.
Now we can live our lives the Jesus way,
The Cross stands forever, pointing the way.

Now, Satan can test us, try all he might,
But Jesus protects us, both day and night,
Satan will always be there on our shoulder,
But Jesus' love just makes us bolder.

I don't know about you, but as for me,
I'll take my walk to Calvary,
I'll bear the scars of Satan's attack,
But I'll be ready when Jesus comes back.

© Dave Timperley 2012



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Easter Sunday Realization

E very window that I look out of
A stounds me with the breathtaking views
S imply the greatest views in the world
T he backyard of my dreams is surely here
E aster seems complete when I see this
R ight into my hands I love this land

S o many days have I worked this land
U nder the sunlight I have sweated
N ever did I see how lucky I was
D eeded to me, Jesus left this land
A nother miracle this is, I am
Y oung in the spirit, but surely blessed

Russell Sivey


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The Blood Of JESUS

The Blood of Jesus saved my soul
The Blood of Jesus
Made me whole.

The Blood of Jesus is
The means by which
I have become truly Rich.
I speak not of mere material things
But the Hope of Glory which it brings.

As we think of His Blood,
Let us not forget the Man,
Nor fail to realize that He has 
A Master Plan.

For us He has made the Ultimate Sacrifice,
And now, it is only fair for us to give him
Our lives.

There really is no doubt about it,
He is in control,
And He also has the power
To make you whole.

So won’t you seek him out
Today?
He is sure to set your life
On the upward way.


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I Hear the Bells, I Hear the Bells

I hear the Bells, I hear the Bells
At morning, noon and night each day
They are a reminder of the time
A reminder of past days.

And I think to myself over the years
How many others have used them as I do
to also keep the time
To remember things as I do.

A time to worship, a time to eat
A time to marry, a time to meet
A time to put loved ones in the the ground
A time to let them take their leave.

These bells have many voices
Some happy and some filled with grief.
They resonate with me and in me always
I can still hear some of them in my sleep.

I can still hear the Bells of Christmas morn
Little children's faces filled with glee
I can still hear the Bells of Easter morn
Christ's resurrection paid our fees.

I can hear their sounds for when my children were born
A proud parent of a new family 
A family that had numbered two
But was now happily three.

I can hear the Bells of Sunday worship
Ringing every Sunday morn
Celebrating God's awesome forgiveness
Celebrating the day that his son was born.

I can hear the Bells from loved one's funerals
As we lay their bodies to rest
Never ever wanting to say earthly goodbyes
Just trying to live through the sad day and do our best.

These bells are part of my daily life
They always have been and will continue to be
The Heralds of life's brief ticking clock
Unlike life, they will always continue to ring and to be.

I will use them to mark my moments
Both significant and mundane.
I will use them to always remember
To love my God and my church in every way.

I will use them to remember my family
I will use them to remember those friends I love
To be grateful for each of my children
To be grateful for just having had been.

I will use them to be grateful for all of the things in my life
To be grateful for all of those I love
To be grateful for each of my earthly days
To be grateful for the heavens above.


(December 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 


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Angelic View'

Someone recently prayed,  was it perhaps you?
For a revelation of Easter week from the angels point of view.
I drew the assignment (Short straw method, you know)
I'm at my desk with pen in hand, so here I go.

My name is Clarence (you may have heard of me,
years ago I helped George Bailey and it became a great movie;
Ol' George believed his circumstances were all going bad,
And I had to show him what a wonderful life he had.

I earned my wings that Christmas with the ringing of the bell.)
Forgive my digression: I have a different story to tell'
Oh' that sad night on that mountain, when Jesus knelt in prayer,
While His closest group of disciples, peacefully slumbered there'

A mob came out and Judas betrayed the Savior with a kiss.
(Not one of the angels anticipated this.)
There was a mockery of a trial, and a cross was raised high,
We stood at heaven's portals watching God's only Son suffer and die.

Why would He choose to do this? What could possibly be the cause?
Rumor had it that because of sin, all mankind was lost.
Looking down as Jesus was laid in a tomb offered by a friend,
We were stunned' Surely this must be the end.

Suddenly.... three days later in the early hours of that morn,
An earthquake; the stone was moved; the Temple veil was torn'
In an awesome display of power and clothed in majestic light,
We saw our Master Jesus rise from the dead' Oh' what a marvelous sight.

Death had been defeated and so also was the grave,
God and man were re-united, ("Jesus calls it "being saved.")
As it had been before the fall, their fellowship restored,
Once again Jesus sat on His throne- the risen- victorious Lord.

Such rejoicing there was in Heaven; and ever since those darkest days,
The Saints have joined us angels in never-ending praise.
So friend, yield your life to the One on the Throne,
He will hear you when you call, and He'll make your heart His home. 


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Death Where is Thy Sting

Death where is thy sting, Oh grave where is thy victory?

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
The Bible tells us this in the book of Psalms, Chapter 116, verse 15.
As a clear picture it paints.

Everyone looks at death in a different way
Some believe that death is an end to all existence, so they say.

Christians believe that death will bring them from one life on this sod.
To a life of Heavenly bliss with their Eternal God.

In other words to be absent from the body,
is to be present with the Lord God Almighty.

When someone dies, we should realize that they will only be absent for awhile.
Then remember our hope and be happy and smile.

For they have fought their battle already anyway
And no longer on this sinful earth do they have to stay.

Remember that Jesus conquered death at Easter time.
That He chose to die to save all of mankind.

But death didn't keep Him in the tomb you see.
He conquered it and rose the third day to set us free.

As in Adam all men shall die. even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death and then we will all thrive!!!!!!!

*DEATH


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HAPPY EASTER POETRY SOUP FRIENDS

 May each of you have a joy filled Easter in remembrance of the ressurection of our Lord and loving Savior, Jesus Christ! God bless you all and keep you enveloped in His great Love and Mercy forever. -love Bob D


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Easter Thoughts

I cried once at Easter mass
not ashamed did it with class

thinking of my brush with death
they were waiting my last breath

life is precious yet we complain
it isn’t easy feel the pain

Easter will always be special
I know life is beneficial





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WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


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The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.


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Three Days Hence

It's been seven years, I almost forgot-
not this day: but the distance we've climbed.
I couldn't remember my age, because it correlates
to years we've been apart.

I forgot to be apprehensive, this time it was sneaky.
It waited for the first happy holiday wishing
from some idiot to remind me.
   It was Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
and left me dying to know,
how to love him for his sacrifice
when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

I blasphemy, I know, but you loved him more
in sight of you that graceful place grows
pale in and foreign in mine eye.

Alas, I fail the test, I could not be as strong as you.

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was still to fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
what of my soul will rise with his?"

And sitting easter morning, 
  holding some idiots well wished basket,
I realised Three days passed.
  He took you home and left me lost on Friday morn,
I wailed my loss through Saturdays more,
         and Easter morning I felt your last hug, your kiss good bye.

I cursed my self for asking, if my soul would rise with his,
    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am not strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend, I sit still lost and wonder:

I believe and I love, but I don't know how to rise
I don't now how to live again. 
Faith crushed I don't think I can trust.
I am the shell of your grace trying once more 
to live in the love that failed me, as I failed the gift of his sacrifice.


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The Easter Miracle

All dolled up in her Easter dress
She sat quietly watching through the glass
Children with baskets searching around
For the eggs i’d hidden in the grass

Her spirit soared among the clouds
Her smile as bright as her eyes
She lived each day for the moment
Scoffing the reality that underlies

It was shortly after her third birthday
When the devastating news came in
Plagued with a rare form of cancer
Faced with a battle she wouldn’t win

The doctors uncertain of her remaining time
So her quality of life was our goal
Family and friends said nightly prayers
Asking God to watch over her soul

Treatment commenced, but to no avail
My little Glass Princess was slipping away
I wasn’t ready to say good-bye
Not now, tomorrow or any day

I placed my head upon her chest
And held her body tight
I felt a presence and opened my eyes
To a most incredible sight

A bearded man in Holy cloth
Standing beside her bed
He said he’d come another time
Then gently kissed her head

I knew I had witnessed a miracle
I asked the doctor to check her condition
He said “ I have no explanation”
Her cancer has gone into remission

Nineteen years ago she defeated the odds
 And this Easter she’ll wear a wedding dress
I have never questioned what happened that day
When Jesus kissed my little Glass Princess


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The A-Team

Here comes Santa Claus
The Easter Bunny’s with him
Great! Tooth Fairy too!


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A Poem For You

Everytime I bring forth your image
From deep within the well of my mind
My heart begins shedding joyous tears
For your beautiful love that's mine

I can never escape feeling all the emotions
For they seem to overwhelm me each day
But just like the very first time I embraced you
The raging passion of my love will always stay

I was blessed the day you embraced me
That first moment you became my friend
And ever since your spirit held me close
My life changed as I was truly born again

You have never forsaken me a single day
Of the spiritual things which in life I need
And I love those very special moments
When your living word we together read

While I lift up my song of sweet love to you
Your daily showers of heaven's  joy begins
I humbly thank you for giving your life's blood
A perfect Easter sacrifice to forgive all our sins.


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The True Meaning Of Easter

The True Meaning of Easter

The true meaning of
the Easter story,
Is God’s Son came down
to Earth from glory.

Jesus really does
love you and me.
He was born to die 
that you might be free.

For 33 years, he lived
among sinful men.
Then one day was to be
an atonement for our sin.

He who was born of the
virgin Mary’s womb.
Was to one day rise again
from an empty tomb.

So many people have
gotten into a habit,
of replacing Jesus
with the bunny rabbit.

So please reach out to others
and let them know,
Of the lover and redeemer
of their soul.

The true meaning of Easter
must forever be said.
Of God’s son who died,
but arose from the dead!

By Jim Pemberton


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He is Alive

He is Alive
Dr. James E. Martin
©March, 2013


He went triumphantly up Calvary’s hill
Though many saw no triumph there.
The victory He secured will remain until
The curse is not found anywhere.

He bled and died a horrible death
To provide eternal hope for all.
This hope is beyond life’s final breath
To all who for salvation call.

Though many will mock and this truth ignore
There is Truth beyond man’s feeble mind.
There is life as you enter through Jesus, the Door
In doing, eternal life you will find.




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A Great Morn's Show

As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed

The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded

As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost

The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show


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HE HAS RISEN (Tawddgyrch Cadwynog)

ON THE CROSS 

He on the cross
was crucified
and Soldiers chide
with no remorse.

He could have called
many legions
He had options
as I recalled.

Nails in His hand
spears in His side
He stayed and died
just as He planned.

To save the lost
in this sick world
with love, behold
He paid the cost.


IN THE TOMB 

In borrowed tomb
was Jesus laid
and soldiers stayed
for they presumed.

His friends would feign
steal Him away
because He say
"I'll rise again."

An Angel came
and moved the stone
grave clothes alone
remained the same.

Guards terrified
Jesus was gone
that Easter morn
and they all lied.


HE IS RISEN 

On the third day
My Savior rose
now the world knows
He is the way.

He went to hell
and took the keys
the Saints release
broke satan's spell.

They saw Him rise
up in the air
and disappear 
beyond the skies.

Now He's seated
with God above
He shared His love
It's completed.




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On Easter Sunday

Did you hear the old man on his high-horse on Easter Sunday?
Smiting all the non-believers in a half empty church.
In his eyes, his own disguise he’s hiding from the faith demise
The rise of non-believers cutting slowly at his perch

Saying- who will be your scapegoat when your walls come crashing down?
And your pews on Easter Sunday are the emptiest in town

Did you see the congregation conformed on Easter Sunday?
Once a year, every year to make themselves feel good
A mumbled prayer, self-righteous flair securing their own Heaven’s fare
They glare at non-believers walking by, misunderstood

Saying- who will be your scapegoat when your walls come crashing down?
And your pews on Easter Sunday are the emptiest in town

Did you see the non-believers shaking hands on Easter Sunday?
On the equinox where new life blooms and Christians claim it’s theirs
It’s new life birth, an atheist first until the mind is doctrine nursed
A curse to rape the purity away with Easter prayers

So who’s gonna fill your collection trays when Humanism rules?
When the Easter long weekend is only holy for the fools
Saying- who will be your scapegoat when your walls come crashing down?
And your pews on Easter Sunday are the emptiest in town


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Graveyard (Part 3)

...Now I lay in this casket
The Devil's Easter basket
No skin, flesh or tissue
I entitize in bones
How long have I been here, estimate:
Centries
I can no longer smell the flowers my loved ones left me
Afterlife people can't scare or harm me
I enjoy the company of ghost, ghouls, leprechans and zombies
Feel right at home when I feel the squirms
The bitemarks from ticks, rats , and worms
This graveyard
My gravesite
My home now
My death right
I feel sorry for my now tarnsihed tuxedo
But my corpse isn't completely neat though
They spelled my name wrong on my headstone
And if this rat don't stop licking my headbone
I demand they retrieve my organs
And relieve my kids, who are now orphans
Hey, life after death, a brain won't be that important
What happened to me goin to hell
I committed murder so why be in this nocturnal shell
But I would like to be in heaven
So I quote the Raven "Nevermore"
It's pouring down rain
But it can't wash away the pain
I killed a bully and did prison time, I've been granted thuggish fame
But what fortune does it bring
none
All I wanted was for my troubles to have gone
But instead my life was taken
Those volts had me shakin
My roasted body beyond bakin
With another man my wife will be cakin
I chose my destination: Hell so my spirit can torch
At least I died young and left a good-looking corpse

 


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An Empty Tomb

An Empty Tomb An Empty Tomb Gives us hope for the future An act of God Not a freak of nature When the stone was rolled away By angels unseen Christ stepped into the light From the darkness where He’d been. This Empty Tomb Reminds man of God’s love His sacrifice for us all From His Sanctuary above Each one has the hope Of life eternal Reconciliation with God At last will be factual. The hope of this world Hinges on this Empty Tomb For had Christ not risen We’d all have been doomed. But all heaven rejoiced On that Sunday morn, When the existence of sin Was finally scorned. Mohammed still lies Entombed in a grave Buddha too has not risen— Remains in the earth enclaved. Christ is the only one, Who rose to live again. Eternal life the victory— Changed in a moment then. So when you’re told, “He was only a prophet.” There’s no wisdom, Regarding the wedding banquet; No acknowledgment of a tomb— An Empty Tomb in Israel, Where evil was conquered, Because Christ did not fail! This Empty Tomb reminds us, We have hope for a future, When we heed Christ’s call For He is the only answer. Copyright © 2007-2012 Maureen LeFanue This poem was featured in my Easter Poems book www.maureenlefanue.com


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To Becky With Love

Blinky Bill, and the wonder of all fairy tales
Snuggle Pot and Cuddle Pie and Hump Back Whales
Vegemite, ice cream, and violent crumble bars
Waltzing Matilda and The Southern Cross stars
The outback, the cities and a Coolabah tree
Golden sand, Billabongs, Damper and Billy Tea
Meeting singer John Farnham and saying G’day
All very special in their unique Aussie way
The flowers of Australia just blooming for you
The funny centipede with all his little legs
Christmas trees, Santa, and lots of Easter Eggs
A Butterfly, a rainbow, your parents tender love
Kookaburras, and sunshine and heaven above
Twinkling stars, laughter, your favourite toy
No matter how fleeting they’re yours to enjoy
Funny clowns, Birthdays, and big aeroplanes
Taking you places with magical names
Your playmates, family and favourite teddy bear
Are there to love you and your world to share
So smile dear Becky we love you too
May you treasure every day that life smiles on you.


Be at peace dear Becky, we will always remember you
And how in a plane I once with you flew!
To all the little children with Progeria disease   
Let us find cure, until then, a wondrous life please! 


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What Easter Means To Me

When I saw him upon the cross my heart and mind did ache.
How I could allow this to happen, I must do something, I thought.
An Angel came into my soul, saying he would be reborn.
Three days, then he will rise up into heaven, not to forsake.

Easter day will be remembered for the day he rose to be sought.
Angels will rejoice his rise into his father’s kingdom newly born.
Stories of healings, miracles performed; journeys he did make.
Telling of his sacrifice for all humankind, our salvation bought.
Evil finally destroyed as the earthly waters and mountains are torn.
Revelations tells of his ultimate glorious return, for our soul’s sake.

My soul embraced promises the Angels sang and continually taught.
Every hour, minute, I watched my heart sank into painful scorn.
Another Angel came to me, said do not falter his word, or break.
Never forget the love and companionship, all the happiness he brought.
Sincerity and remembrance is what our lord desires with blessings to adorn.

Take these words and sights to the future; tell them it was no mistake.
Our Lord in Heaven, Gods Son, will return; when final battle is fought.

My children are forgiven all sins; listen closely for the sound of Gabriel’s horn.
Every believer with true love, will live forever, there will be no way, for to fake.


written for
Sponsor Gwendolen Rix 
Contest Name What Easter Means to Me 


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I Walk in His Garden

When I was a child, I expected lots of toys left by Santa Clause on Christmas Eve.
And planned to find an Easter Basket with candy and colored eggs every spring.
The Tooth Fairy visited when I lost baby teeth; all of those things I did believe. 
I had no idea fantasia spread around by people to whom my love did cling.

When I was a teen, I began to dream a scene, eagerly awaiting my adult vista.
A boy and a girl in love, each firmly trusting the future with hopes and naivety,
Anticipating passion while cutting paper hearts decorated pink and fuchsia.
Aspiring to have a good husband, lots of money, education and a family.

When I became an adult, I struggled to find myself, my faith, my own viewpoint.
Possibilities were endless, chance and fate stepped up to life’s plate.
Decisions, sometimes blind and difficult, intruded; life had no checkpoint. 
Gradually, childhood plans mutated; soon, prospects and dreams abated.

In time, I found that in the process of aging, possibilities are still endless.
Life and dreams function, not by probability, but by goals and decisions.
Achievement came at last, by finding focus and goodly principles; God is ageless. 
My inner soul rejoices in freedom, with burdens lifted, I pray...in His garden.

© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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GOD'S GIFT OF RESURRECTION POWER

Easter was the earthquake that shook mankind's foundation
when Jesus the Christ was resurrected to give us eternal salvation
yet many people feel that the resurrection was just mythology 
that Jesus of Nazareth did not arise from the dead in actuality
and many people miss the point of what Easter truly represents
as it's not about man but God and the gift to us He sent
for God loved us so much He sent His only begotten Son
whose death was the catalyst for the victory that man had won

In the war against evil we now have God's resurrection power
to lift us up and revive us at any given hour
from Moses to Jesus to the Rev. Dr. King and on to Malcolm X
men of faith whose untimely deaths we did not expect
they thought boldly, cared deeply, 
lived and loved with a passion for what's right
they stood up against the powers that be 
and for righteousness and justice they did fight

yet the masses continue to follow those who don't care about the whole
those individuals drunk on power who only want to stay in control
but those in Christ know for a fact that true power comes from God
as He is the only entity capable of giving life to the heart
the resurrection power that was bestowed upon His Holy Son
the ultimate life support that revived Him after all was said and done

Jesus the Christ had arisen and with Him we did too
for His resurrection was the divine gift that has made us all brand new
so when you have lost all hope and can see no way out
call on the resurrection power of God to remove the spirit of defeat and doubt
the resurrection power the gift that comes from the Lord Christ
will lift you up and revive you to a whole new way of life


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Easter Sunday

I had not a life Till I met the Lord Jesus On Easter Sunday He said “I died for your sins So you may live forever”
Russell Sivey Entrant into Linda-Marie's "EASTER INSPIRATIONS" contest 3/25/2012


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Was there the egg or the chicken first

Eternal puzzle, did
God created the egg first or it was the
Garden of Eden where the 
Spirit decided to dress in a shell?


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Death of the Easter Bunny

One Sunday morning real early that day There’s a bunny hopping about the road He held with him a basket on his way But he never looked past this big huge load And he saw what seemed to be a great toad As he watched he moved directly on by Went in front of a moving car no lie Hastened his death by quickly hopping on His basket and all were flattened I cry Sadly the Easter bunny has passed on
Entrant into Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly's "Clue" contest 2/25/2013


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My Easter Prayer

~My Easter Prayer~ You came into this world A tiny baby A king who needed no crown Here to save all sinners A natural born leader You lead by example Lived what you preached You love all Never judge a soul Healing the sick Feeding the hungry Bringing peace and joy You never turn anyone away Watching over us Even to this day You are a good listener You guide us on our way In troubled times You are always there To carry us through Like “Foot Prints in the Sand” Sometimes we may stray Yet you are still there Ready to embrace us Loving us all the same When we ask for help You give us what we need It may not always be what we ask for And we may not always understand Yet it works out in the end You know me inside out I feel you with me No matter where I am I Love you so much I know I don’t say it enough In this life I have been blessed With many more blessings to come I know While at times I ask for so much I have forgotten to say two simple words That says so very much So here I am right now to say Thank You Lord With this My Easter Prayer Love Always, Jean Bonella


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ONE SPRING DAY

Across
The vale,voices
In Easter Day worship,
Complemented a soul being
Mended.


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The Celebration Of Easter

Easter felicitations to everybody 
Calvary greetings to the brethren 
Greetings from him who journeyed to the cross 
Greetings from him whose blood was shed 
Calvary greetings from the throne of grace.

The blood of the lamb who was sacrificed 
The blood of him who is spotless of sins 
An atonement for the sins of all mankind 
For our sake he went to the tree on Calvary 
For our salvation he was crucified on the cross. 

We celebrate his death and resurrection 
By his death our sins were washed away 
By his resurrection eternal life is given 
He so loved the world that he gave his life 
For this he came down from his throne.

He was reproached and humiliated though Innocent 
He was forsaken to the cross by his own 
Nails piercing his hands and feet to the cross 
In his pains he was cajoled and ridiculed 
With passion and love he bore a shameful death. 

His bodily temple destroyed and he was buried 
Death he defeated and rose after three days 
He ascended into heaven and sent us a comforter 
The risen Christ is alive yes Christ lives forever 
At Easter we rejoice and commemorate his Victory.  


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electing the new pope

electing the new pope (conversation between two cardinals)

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“psst…has joey been locked up
in the cage (vatican)?  has he been
put in a safe place where he can’t be heard,
where his senile ramblings won’t reveal
how many little boy’s that we’ve
raped & molested?”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“yes, i think he’s done with his waving &
tearing eyes, he has done his last 
praying hands, he has been shuffled off 
somewhere where he won’t be found out.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“has he been cleaned up?  i mean, is all
the evidence gone?  we don’t want any traces
of the little boy’s DNA, we don’t want it 
getting out that joey was just like the rest of
us.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“i understand.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“i certainly hope you understand, because we have
to get another old shriveled up, white haired,
babbler up there quick, before easter you know.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“certainly.”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

“because you know the catholics of the world can’t
be without their little figurehead on their little
day of illusions…”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #2:

“of course not.  we wouldn’t want that! (laughing)”

christian child molester with “holy” guise #1:

(laughing with him) “the herd needs a shepherd, or they
might start think for themselves & toss out the whole 
thing.” 


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Betwixt food and human relationship

It’s good to get together as friends and confreres
like in table fellowship or religious convocation
and then, enjoy the company of each other’s culture
as Italians, Colombians, Filipinos or Brazilians.

The day after Easter Sunday adds another occasion
for us Scalabrinians to be reunited at this point in time
sharing the gifts of food, life, humor and relationship 
with a space for fraternity, some updates and good wishes.

Truly, it shows the spirit of oneness and fraternal fellowship
sharing the commonality of our commitmment to faith
as brothers in Christ and members of our Founder’s order,
the religious congregation that cares for migrant people. 

There’s much to do and plan for what we aim to materialize
in today’s world where migration poses a huge issue
like a salad bowl with mozzarella, tomato and olive oil
a metaphor for migration that deals with human cultures.

Described in the Bible as a growing missionary virtue
hospitality as a key to open one’s heart in this journey
With fearlessness and confidence, it’s a major issue
depicting the picture of global movements raised in action.

Our days of darkness, our bickering confreres in places –
where community life matters and features one’s emptiness
in dealing with one another in our quest for human and divine.
it’s indeed a challenge and will always be a test of faith, thus far.

This helps us understand through our setbacks, pains and joys,
with friends around and those who share with us many times
those sacred stories of being called to worship God and be present
especially in the Eucharist that nourishes our souls to be whole.


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Father forgive them

I came to set the captives free 
I gave them a chance to see me
But they got it wrong, didn’t hear
The wonderful truth I came to share
Father forgive them they know not what they do

I tried to tell them the truth about love
But they shut their ears and walked away
Afraid of what this love would entail.
So they set out a plan to bring me down
Father forgive they know not what they do.

When Judas came with massed arms troupes
And on my face he placed his kiss.
They took me away and put me on trial.
They mocked me and beat me and said I must die
Father forgive them they know not what they do

When they led me away to the hill of death
And stuck cruel nails in my hands and feet
When they lifted my cross high in the sky
And jeered and taunted the king of the Jews
Father forgive them they know not what they do

As my hour draws near and darkness descends
The man next to me speaks his final plea
You are the son of God and when you’re in heaven
Please Lord please remember me
Father forgive them for they know not what they do

The sky grew darker and the pain increases
I now will take the whole sin of the world
This weight it engulfs me like a cloak.
My father’s eyes in sorrows turn away
And all I can say is father forgive them

The story of Easter is very well known 
And we marvel at Jesus for the words that he said
BUT WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW IT’S OVER AND DONE
How will you respond to this wonderful love?


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Then I Saw Her

The pastor I had met a couple months ago was sitting across the table from me reading 
from a book by a Doctor of the Church or Saint or from scripture. I can’t remember which. 
We had been doing this twice a week for four to five hours a night since he crossed my path 
as an answer to my prayer yelled to the ceiling at God to show me the truth! 
    I even tried to get rid of God by that time in my life but I couldn’t shake Him. Hadn’t been 
to Church in 25 years and never intended to again. I knew better….until I finally hit bottom. I 
had been raised a Catholic by my parents but I jettisoned that when I hit the service and 
basically never looked back. I knew by this time in my life that I would never go back to that 
church but here I was discussing God the Trinity with a Catholic priest every spare moment 
he and 
I had. No room here for details but it was a more than obvious answer to a prayer yelled out 
to God in frustration that even I ,in my stubborness, could not fight . We took turns reading 
and discussing various books, but today was special. It was Easter 1992 about ten pm or so. 
He was reading . I can’t remember what. I wasn’t paying attention. I was busy praying a Hail 
Mary that he had taught me again, for certain people. I was worried for them and couldn’t 
keep my mind on the task at hand even though it was enjoyable enough. ………..Then I saw 
her. I didn’t believe I saw her. But there she was....   
    continued in parts 2 and 3.


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Rumours

Rumours spreading ink 
          Blots on a character,
Insidiously virus like, 
          Duplicating cells,
Touching and impregnating 
          Once lucid beliefs
With embryo taints and 
          Darker schema.
“So, that’s him, there he is
          That’s what he did, 
Let’s hear more;”
          Truth warped out of shape,
A shifting balloon of 
          Malleable bad blood,
Twisted beyond all 
          Former recognition.
Poison pen Chinese whispers 
          Uttered, scratched,
Scrawled, trickled asides, 
          Poured and decanted
Into the ears of those dupes 
          Susceptible enough and lazy enough, 
Evil enough
          To propagate the lies.
If said enough times, 
          It becomes tangible, factual,
A construct of the real world.
          Initially I trod 
Upon an ant,
          By Easter 
I killed Jesus;
          By Christmas, guess
I’ll hang for it…


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A Glimpse of Promise

We welcome unexpected winter births
In this cold country: A new warmth
Delivered in our midst.

So far a-field we are, no home or hearth, 
Our lives and this somehow entwined,
His investment in future's salvation
Safe within this small skin.

Awakened in darkness, eyes straining to
See the faces of the desperate, hopeless
Strangers aching for a glimpse of promise.

Sleep now, precious gift, and do not 
Dream of tomorrow's tomorrow.  Love's labor
Will stay the bitter Easter for this 
Christmas child.

For a while.


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Fiction

What beliefs within that do you define
the adversary's lies or Gods Truth divine
like a child absorbed what you've been taught
have you examined the things that are thought

In the stronghold of your heart and mind
the vast majority of information you will find
is designed to impair accurate thinking
because six thousand years of deceit are drinking

The Word of Truth is made for our correction
to tear down the the entanglements of defection
to expose corruption and self deception
the barriers and veil to the Father connection

People believe in angels but seem to forget
that the armies of Lucifer are still here yet
a deceiver and lies are his pathways
to deaden hearts where clouded thinking stays

Is the easter bunny a truth or lie
and when children grow up and do ask why
in the Truth of God they haven't believed
because like a fairy tale it is received

Just another story as it's understood
like the fables to show evil and good
that the outcome and end can't be serious
because they believe the Truth is mysterious

The paths of Truth lay within simplicity
and it's clarity does overcome lies duplicity
Gods Kingdoms children and such like ones
speak a single Truth not Babylon's tongues

Like the fiction of fairy tales lies reside
in religious doctrine whitewashed graves hide
by pomp and pageantry Jesus teaching denied
and the indoctrination of demons Gods Word belied

Fiction upon fiction are children fed
so like those tales Gods Truth made dead
why take it seriously when one is grown
all stories end happily in heaven is shown

What is important is what they get now
for death doesn't exist for eternal soul anyhow
Beliel and Satan and prophetic prediction
they can just chalk it up as another fiction

One cannot teach lies and be a spiritual Jew
by teaching of Jesus can only speak what is True
to be a Son of God with all lies must brake
for Holy Spirit must heart and mind remake

The Word of God should affect all reason
and clean out all thoughts that to God are treason
Jesus may have died to save all from sin
but that won't help if not reborn within

Behold I am coming quickly says He that is True
to cleanse the earth and make all things new
broad the path to destruction those chosen few
they have believed Gods Word and whats holy renew

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Thankful When

Thankful When
(Anaphora)

When sunlight gleams upon mornings frost
When you can see the guiding light all is not lost
When the days grow short, autumn walks the land
When you in need be thankful for a helping hand
When winter wind are blowing wild and free
When nature plays a springtime symphony
When white capped waves are riding high
When the sun touches the ocean from the sky
When all the autumn foliage is aglow
When we see the crystal sparkles in the snow
When the time is yours just for the taking
When the golden morning sun is awakening
When the people wave, smiling and greet
When you are passing them on the street
When the tides of life run against you
When you try but there is nothing you can do
When there is a chance to repent all our sinning
When He is giving us a brand new beginning
When Christ ascended and rose in glory
When all hope centered on the Easter story
When forever you truly want me to stay
When we have more time for fun and play

Erich J. Goller
Copyright 1.20.2012


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angel

A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her  favourite flower.


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Children At Easter

C...Cute, cuddly, wiggly dressed dressie
H...Holding Easter Baskets..fancy

I...Interested in the candy
L...Laughter smiles aren't they just dandy

D...Daughters, sons next generation
R...Reason for different celebration

E...Excitement bubbling forth fills air
N...Nothing like love of child is there


(Couplet and Acrostic combination..)


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CHOICE

CHOICE

“Grandpa”, “ Will you go to church
with us tomorrow?” She sweetly asked.
“Oh, uh, me? Oh, no, I never go to church.”
“But it’s Easter Sunday”, she prompted.
“You know, I probably shouldn’t be 
eating this much spaghetti. Pass me 
some bread, will you?” He said.

How many Easter Sundays
Have passed by this man
It saddens me so
Not so much to have missed
An Easter Sunday at church
But to have missed out on
A lifetime of peace
Existing without God’s presence
To pass each day
Rejecting his love

My heart cries out for him
And for the many others
Who still remain blinded 
By their own pride
Deceived by the evil one
But I refuse to give up
I will not end my prayers here
For as long as there is breath
I will pray
Hopeful, believing that
One day soon
He too will choose
To be free
But knowing that it is
His choice alone
Keeps me on my knees


mja


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Flying Free

Pastel Easter dresses on morn's sunrise
After a long cold windy spring night
But now the golden sun is shining bright
Giving promise of all day sunny skies

Baby pears adorn the Barlett pear tree
Blueberries hang on the Blueberry bush
Pale pink rose that on trellis grows has blush
Baby birds in lined snug nest waiting to fly free

Free as baby bird flying free what freedom 
No more excess chores to occupy day
Just to sit close to Him to forever stay
Fly away freedom from pain nor more serfdom

Promise of beautiful day externally
Promise of free life eternally

Click on about this poem


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The Prince of Life Has Risen

The Prince of Life Has Risen The prince of darkness Had the Savior’s tomb sealed. One hundred guards stationed all about, But a great earthquake all revealed. A heavenly angel clothed with bright beams Of God’s glory illuminating his pathway. The guards shook with great fear; The hosts of darkness fled away. This angel moved the stone, As though it were a pebble. He called to Christ, “Son of God come forth.” The earth shook, lightening and thunder to assemble. Christ came forth from the grave With the tread of a conqueror; Brightness lit the end of the night; Roman guards fainted, each like a toy warrior. The Prince of Life Has Risen; An earthquake witnessed the moment. Over sin He triumphed And over every mortal torment. Satan thought he’d triumphed, As Christ lay asleep in His grave, But when He arose on Sunday morning, Satan knew this kingdom he couldn’t save. He knows he must finally die And that’s why Satan wants revenge. The destruction of as many as he can— God the Father to avenge. The Prince of Life Has Risen And will destroy Satan in the end. So choose not the darkness, But the glory that our Prince of Life does send. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012 Featured in Easter Poem’s Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


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easter 2014

I watched them drag him away
We all watched  as they dragged him  down the road
I was angry and sad
I couldn’t bear to look upon his bruised face
I remember him too well
He forgave me
I was termed an adulteress 
And was brought before him for judgment
But he shunned my accusers
And he gave me a second chance
And now I am helpless to help
I thought they would protest
They all loved him yesterday
But they wanted blood
 it was like a free show
I turned away, fell on my face and wept
I watched them flog him
I watched them bruise him
And I prayed
I prayed so fervently
That He would take the life of all of them
All of them who betrayed
All the soldiers that so eagerly whipped and mocked
My heart was bitter and heavy
I only prayed he won't suffer
But he suffered
 
Suffered from their betrayal
Suffered because they loved him no more
And as they put the crown of thorns on his head
I cried out
I stood there till he breathe his last breath
Watching him
And when he said "forgive them"
That was all I heard but I felt like he saw me
Through all the shouting and chanting
I felt like he saw only me
I felt like he was speaking to me and I turned away
I rent my clothes unbelieving of his love for these people
I felt the earth quake and heard the stories
I wept wondering what would be left of the earth
But somehow I knew he would come back

At first it was just grief
I refused to believe him dead
But then the rumors came
The messiah has risen
I thought it was the wicked that had come to taunt us
But I heard the story from John
About a free ticket  to heaven
And I took it without a second thought
He is the reason I sing
So let me celebrate Easter
Let me celebrate love, resurrection and grace


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Easter Lamb Special (Inverse Double Epulaeryu)

Leg of lamb with rosemary Herb sauce and berries Mouth-watering aroma Blend of paprika Get a plate in haste Such a great Taste! Nice! Easter crust Slice of delicious Tasty gingerbread Baked with touch a Easter wine Going to my head Ready to royally dine! © Joseph, March 19, 2008 © All Rights Reserved This poem about a delicious dish starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line, and it progresses down to one syllable in the seventh and last line. However, the second section starts with an inverse of the first section, whereby the poem starts with the seventh and last line of one syllable and ends with the first line of seven syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was created by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.


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The Day Jesus Went Missing {Etheree}

Ask
not ! what
Jesus has
done for you! But
what have you lately
done for our sweet Jesus
so today I come to pray
and remember that Easter was
the day Jesus was exonerated 
and now sits on the right side of our Lord



Tribute To
The Father 
The Son
And The
Holy Spirit
{Amen}



Happy Easter All
Love Kathy & Jenny


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Mother's Day

Mother's day is approaching and the sadness in my heart is brewing. 
Tring to fight back the emotions within . 
Having to go to the grave yard to see you is tearing me up inside. 
I know that we all must pass on someday but it does not ease my mind none the less. 
I will go to your permanent home at the graveyard and shower you with my love for flowers. 
We both shared that same love. 
For if not  for you i would not be here. 
So i will continue to pay my respects to you every chance i get. 
Wheather it be Mother's day or your birthday or Easter or Christmas . 
I will be there to pay you a visit. 
I want to say Happy mother's Day to you but its not happy any more without you here. 
So i will say i love you and i Miss you and you are still in my heart and soul and there you'll stay. 
Love ya Momma


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Jesus is Trump

What you need in your life you will find at Jesus tomb
There you will find the stone has been removed
He did not have to move the stone so that He could get out
But so that we could see inside the tomb and look about

They supposed He was the gardener that Easter morning
They looked and saw the stone removed, in their mourning
Why do you seek for the living in a tomb among the dead?
He is not here as you suppose, He is risen, just like He said

Why do you search among the dead and expect to find life
As if you expect to find light in the darkness of night
You won’t find life in drugs, jobs, sex, or in your looks
By attending church on Sundays or in self help books

See your life as a game of cards, and you have a bad hand
Use the empty tomb as your wild card, and you’ll understand
Jesus name is I AM your hope: I AM your trump over sin
I AM the truth and the life: I AM all that you need to win

Why do you search for what gives you life among the dead
Christ is your life, your living water and your daily bread
In Jesus name loose yourself from every death tie that binds
And give your life to Him as water and He will make it wine


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Easter

Easter is a time we celebrate
many different things.
We also start to celebrate
the beginning of spring.

We celebrate the life and death
of Jesus on the Cross.
He gave his life for each of us
no matter what the cost.

Some celebrate the Easter Bunny
as the kid comes out in us.
We hide the eggs, buy the Easter candy
and usually make such a fuss.

Some families get together
and cook really big meals.
A time for family to be together
can be a really big deal.

No matter what reason
we celebrate the Easter season.
One word seems to link them together.
LOVE is the word that says it all.
Who could've said it any better.


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THE PAIN BEFORE THE PRAISE

we all like to do things that make us feel good
we all like to do things that we feel we should
we don't want that feel good sensation to come to an end
even if it winds up costing us the loss of family, jobs or friends

but everything that feels good is not acceptable to Christ
as somethings that make you feel good may cause some struggle or strife
but feeling good is not the only reason that God gave us life
He wants us to feel good but not at a sacrifice
for the sacrifice was already given at Calvary on the cross
when Jesus gave His life so that ours would not be lost

for there is no pain without some praise
no glory without some gloom
no Easter without Good Friday
and no resurrection without the Tomb

in life there will be some rain, there will be some dark days
remember while on the cross Jesus to His Father He did say
My God, My God why hath thou forsaken Me?
what have I ever done to merit this misery?

when we find ourselves in situations and feel that from us God has strayed
we get angry, frustrated and discouraged and don't even bother to pray
we then call on Father God and have the nerve to ask him why
has He allowed us to go through stuff that makes us break down and cry

yes, there will be some pain that comes before praise
for after the hurt comes the healing when the hands of God are raised
God said His grace is sufficient for when we're weak He'll be strong
God said that when we trust in Him we will never go wrong

so journey down that dark highway of life towards your salvatiion
God said He'll be the light at the end of your final destination
so only do things that feel good but are also pleasing to God
and no matter what you go through keep Him always in your heart


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Easter's Love

Happy Easter would you please come in
Said the man at the door with a big grin

I went there with my daughter; I felt so out of place
You see all my life all I had been was a damn disgrace

Then I learned of the act that was the world’s greatest loss
I couldn’t believe man had nailed the Son of God to the cross 

The reason he stayed nailed to the cross was clear to see
He was held up on that cross by his love for you and me

As I slowly departed from inside of Church that day
I received a blessing and looked at life in a brand new way


Written for Brian's Contest


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Unfinished History

We spoke the history of Flankers under the roof
Of your old school
And I, O I went interviewing for the proof
I have that little book lost somewhere
But in my heart I read it still
The little brown church upon the hill
The iron caterpillars clawing into stone
The thrill of the poor man to capture and own
An heritage where ancestors blood was spilled.

King, the first boy born there lost his life fishing
Beside his father in the airport bog, we 
Wept for them three weeks and more, singing
And making light to ease the heavy hearts of loss
Brownie, the first man to settle after years there
On the estate smelling the wine of sugar
Roasting in the sun. I saw your son
In New York and was not intimidate of his skills
In maths again, he was just a another statistics
Like myself, and our hearts were cistern broken
Before our birth.

The first girl born there is now an officer of the law
O could we run those days again
Crazy in the childhood of our dream
The choir of birds in fruiting trees
The endless complain of working bees ...
O their nectar made all sorrows sweet
The evening in the sand bed
Pretending we were Quarrie or Bolt today
And the stars older than us
Longing for us to return their dust.

I wrote the history of that place ... the Easter Rebellion
Kenyatta, Desmond, Cyril, Jiggs, Dragon
And King Baz ... O that was a brilliant son. Corbett
Only walk and complain about dead politics now
But there was another time, we were young
And the sun was our liquid gold to dream
They came with the constabularies and machines
That tore rocks and buildings up
But could not spill us from our cup
We drank it all.

Today across the globe we are gone
None return to die
Where they began
And so lonely now the forest obsolete
The dried out swamp
The tourist that will not see again the lamp
Of Bredda, Nunsa and I
Catching crabs ... I left a tree my kite to fly
An old tree that entangled me ...
The history that began me before I finished it.


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Crayola_____Colors Of Nature

On days of early sunrise many colors greet my eyes
Girls in their pastel Easter dresses is one my eye spies

When looking at all the colors presented by Crayola
As I repose on day off in my pergola

Down where wild things play and I would want to stay all day
Where I could reach.. touch the sky-blue sky from this place of play

Across the way where Mulberry Tree gives its fruit to me
Then I can make that Mulberry jam that will draw many bees

Mulberry such picture pretty color to spread on toast
Great color Mulberry for jam on toast this I will boast

Over by the Mulberry Tree where the Brown Turkey grows
Just below the running rose on the trellis of Misty Rose

Nature offered Crayola colors that we favored
Even Razzle Dazzle Rose sunsets that day's end flavored


(This was inspired by Linda-Marie Brianna contest about Crayola Crayon.)



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SIDE WALK MAN

he sell horns and bell
some do well
make some money
some call you honey
say thing thats funny
you feel like aa easter bunny
they have  a vender stand
the
SIDE WALK MAN


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Sorted laughter for Easter Sunday

 Today is Easter and how pray tell;
Did that chocolate rabbit hatch an egg?
Not only that I say but his dropings are multi colored;
And it taste like candy.

There's little chance for a picnic at the park;
Today is over cast and not very warm.
But still I bet there are those who tried anyway;
Tridiction is a hard habit to break apparently

Good God I checked my bank account;
I'm running short on money to spend.
Who knows what over priced holiday is comming up next;
Maybe I should get a third job, or take out a loan.

Guess what folks, it's not do-wa-ditty life in the city;
It's life in the good old U.S. of A.
I'd say living here is a gass but I don't drive;
And I couldn't keep my car fueled if I wanted to.
Bless those that have and pitty those who wish they had.

Summer's comming, maybe I'll buy myself a sleeping bag;
I'll head out somewhere and live under the open skies.
Wait a minute, there's no toilet facilities are there?
Scratch that idea I guess, unless someone leaves me a moter home.
Leave- the only thing leaved is the tree in front of my apartment.

Well I hope some of us had a nice Easter Sunday today;
Mine wasn't so bad except it wasn't that different either.
Kind of makes me think I should have learned to eat dates;
And eat with my right hand insted of my left when eating.
Just bent humor folks and do remember not to litter shall we.


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Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


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Carols on Easter

Dither and don't
Wither and won't
Slither away
Pawns dismay

Carols sung on Easter morning
Blasting the cold away
Rustic pieces found daunting
Carries night into day
Won't open the terror door
It seems to squeak a little
You hate but wanting more
Easy with cork in bottle

Errors made
Terrors hated
Rumors abated
Time slated	

Russell Sivey


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Memories May 2000

Childhood memories,making camps upon the moors
 wriggling through the bracken deep,
Making paths to our secret den.
Climbing trees,and falling too!
Moss on stones, glistening sun on stepping stones,
Swimming in the river...with a shiver.

Roly poly down the hill, walking through the woods.
Daisy chains, primroses and bluebells in the hedgerow.
The smell so sweet on long country walks,
Rhubarb dipped in bags of sugar as we strolled.

The smell of the copper boiling. with steam all around,
Mum turning the mangle with long white sheets.
Flickering candles at bedtime, drawing in the dim light,
Making Easter cards, and painting by numbers ( from an uncle so dear)
Grandad would visit, smarties in hand.

Sitting by the flickering fire, winter winds whistling outside,
Snow on Christmas day, presents in six neat piles,
Dolls with newly knitted clothes,
Oranges and nuts in stocking socks.

Sharing a bed, pass me down clothes,
tea sets and hoola hoops, dressing up gowns.
Dad in the garden digging the ground'
Growing the vegetables, flowers abound.

Hot stews and heavy dumplings, soggy yummy white chips,( and mushy peas),
Cups of cocoa perfectly made.
Picnics on verges, home made pasties, with our names on (eaten from bags).
Licking the wooden spoon, when the cakes were made.
Trips to the seaside, buckets and spades.

Going to the youth club, listening to records,
The Beatles, the Kinks...that sort of thing.
Doing the shake and the twist, shift dresses and minis ( the first time around!!)
My first pair of high heel shoes, clicking the ground.

Now a young woman, first date...Disappointing.
Later to find a soul mate, remembering when our eyes met,
The stir from within (the feelings still there).

Loving our children, watching them grow.
Playing in the garden, making tents with sheets.Eating mud, crunching snails.
Washing dolls clothes in a bowl fill of suds.
Teenage tantrums,"nobody understands"..."it's not fair ! "
" Going out tonight Mum, please do my hair".

All grown up, children of their own,
My beautiful children have flown.
Precious grandchildren, each and every one,
" Granny can we have a biscuit or a video?"

Playing in the garden with ball and a bat,
" Grandad can we see the fish" frogs jumping in the pond.
"Lets go into the secret garden, it's Grannys special place"
( full of compost bins, vegetables that sort of thing!)


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My Country tis of thee

Christmas is of Santa Claus;
On Easter the rabbit lays an egg.
God is kept locked in a box;
In the basement of a yegg.
  
Freedom sits tied up in a yard;
Over grown by grass;
Only let off from the rope;
When agreed to by the mass.

Power of the people;
Hides behind a closet door;
Along with other memories,;
Of life that is no more.

Tranquility is lost to us;
We sold it in the end;
To the highest bidder;
For cash that we could spend.


Unity appears to be;
Buried underground;
Covered up by structures;
We've built up all around.

America the beautiful;
The profiteers delight;
It is all for sale;
We're open day or night.


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Poem mouth in grass.

Mouth in grass,
Fox it's nose to the ground.
Eating easter eggs,
Under bark and branch a tree.
Sun is up.
All three.
Passing of the burning tumbling,
Tumble weed.


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Thinking about Tattoos

Lately, Everything makes me think of them,

kick-started by that episode LOST with Jack's Thai mistress
who has a knack for reading a person and branding them--
"he walks among us, but he is not one of us--"
on Jack's shoulder forever, a secret in another language.
and I wonder, does he lie about its meaning?
The only thing worse than lying about a tattoo,
is lying about a tattoo painted by someone
who sees right into you. 

Then I wonder, if John or Simon Peter lived now
in this feel good age of defilement
would they have JOHN 3:16 across their bicep?
Is it okay to mess with a temple if it's words of love,
or words that mean love?

I saw a woman with "Jordan" inking the small of her back,
four summers ago now, and I still think of it
and how my first thought was-
"that'll suck if they break up and she has to explain
to her next boyfriend why she has some other guys 
name across her back..."
followed by wonderment of the kind of faith she must have,
only to be dismissed: "probably a drunken decision,"
And I still think that. 

Why is it so hard for me to believe that woman 
loved Jordan, had enough faith and trust 
to brand his name on her body?

Scars are the tattoos we don't choose,
and I have enough of them, thank you. 
The skin stretching over my shins, knees, and elbows
could read a chronological account of all the sports I've played, 
and all the stupid decisions I've made, 
like that dare to careen down a 50 yard, steep dirt mound
and skid out at the bottom, where, 
45 minutes and 2 bottles of peroxide later, 
I was "victorious."

Different shapes, sizes, and colors- purple, pink, flesh, even white,
like a freakin human Easter egg. 

Tattoos thrill and inspire me--
I live to love something enough to ink it on my body forever, 
but for now, I'll settle with knowing i've lived enough
to garner at least a dozen scars. 


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the deathbed conversion

when the sick one laying there
looked around for their “loved ones,”
all they saw were white coats &
when the white coats left them,
all they saw were white walls &
when they squinted their little eyes 
closed, to try & talk to 
“him” (whatever fictional character(s)
that they’d devoted a large portion of
their life to---typically the latter “i’m
dying” years), 
all they got was silence---
still babbling to themselves in their own
head,
trying to convey a message to that “force”
which they’d been told all the time
worshipping,
that was supposed to come & console them
in their time of greatest need,
but alas,
nothing came---
alas,
no one said a word to them &
time passed, as it does,
regardless of whether allah, jesus, buddha, 
moses, muhammad, yahweh, santa claus or
the goddamned easter bunny 
is supposed to show---
so at last, in those final moments,
the dying decided that all along 
they’d been following the herd,
they’d been believing a special kind of lie,
they had been
deceived
by people who weren’t even in the room,
when the *****hit the fan &
there was a deathbed conversion,
but it was to 
disbelief---
but there was no 
i-told-ya-so believer
waiting with a legion of video cameras &
recording devices of all shapes & colors,
as they do when they come to 
taint a public nonbeliever’s reputation
for all of eternity,
when one is at their weakest in a bed
alone,
breathing their last breaths---
because, no one wants to be proven
wrong,
especially when they’re doing their
damndest, to prove themselves
right.
    


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Victory's Roar against Death

No scene as sacred as history’s rugged Calvary.
As majestic as falling rain on a desert soul’s revelry.
Christianity begins where religion ends…with resurrection.
Resurrection gives life a makeover stance for redirection.

History’s pivotal theme is central for the transforming cross.
On Easter you’ll find life from His grave, empty without loss.
That Calvary’s stone-door is to enable disciples to enter in.
Christ took my place, there, to give me a place without sin.

No pain, no palm; no thorns, nor throne; no cross, no crown.
Grateful for life's theme, He makes me triumph over death unsound.
All Heaven’s awed by such a cross; Hell is terrified for Victory’s raid.
Let Heaven rejoice, humanity sing, for power over Death has been paid.


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Sitting At the Cross

Sitting At the Cross 18“For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” 1 Cor 1:18 NIV I am sitting at the cross— Lord, how I see your pain. I am sitting at the cross— My eternal life to gain. I am sitting at the cross, Where you died to cover, All my sins and disobedience To still Satan’s fervor. I am sitting at the cross, As the earthquake shakes the ground, Darkness falls upon the earth, As death, for me, you found. The nails through your wrists, Were more painful than I can imagine. As I’m sitting at the cross I see a horrid scene for Zion. I am sitting at the cross, As the Sabbath day rolls on, I can hear both Mary’s weeping For what seems so very wrong. Your death was prophesied, Many, many years before, Yet few understood the opening Of immortality’s door. I am sitting at the cross, As you are lowered down To rest on the Sabbath; Rise to a kingly crown. They covered your naked body And took you to Joseph’s tomb. With the rich you were buried, But to life would rise again soon. You chose to show a sinful world, That death need not be final For those who sit at the cross; Comprehend Calvary’s jewel. Those who join me at the cross, Have hope of life eternal, Should they accept their Saviour And Calvary as personal. Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com Featured in my book entitled, “Easter Poems” 2012 [62 Easter Poems in paperbook edition to be published in February]


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lost

It was a cloudy Easter Sunday.

I went over to my grandmother's house for dinner.
 
We were getting ready to set the table. 

When she told me to get the champaign glasses ready.

As I reached into the cupboard. 

0ne glass missed my grip falling to the floor.

Hundreds of glass shard covered the floor.

It was the same champaign glass that I 

used on my sweet 16.

The sweet 16 that made me realized that I lost my father.

The shattered pieces of glass reminded me of the day.

The day he broke my heart.

I remembered promises which were never kept and trust broken.

Like the glass I was looking at now.

He told me he would come.

Come to my sweet 16, PTA 

meetings,graduation and prom.

He never did,leaving me to wonder.

What was more important than his little girl?

I never found an answer.

I began to collect the pieces.

As I lifted them from the ground.

I cut my finger and a small drop of blood appeared. 

The pain was sharp. 

And as I looked at the cut I understood.

It was like the pain that my father caused.

It was unpleasant.

But fleeting and it would heal if I gave it some time.

Leaving nothing but a faint scar.

I collected the pieces and threw them out.

As I looked for the last time at the glass.

The glass that symbolized my coming into maturity,

I thought that my father missed out on the good things.

The good things that happened to me in my life.

And as I closed the garbage pail.

I thought that it doesn't matter anymore.

He lost.... He lost a relationship he can never recapture.








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Easter in Your Way

What do you want the world to know about Easter Lord?
How do you want one to know more about you?
What is Easter Lord?
Is it when you died and raised from the dead?
And we are just like you 
Because of what you did we can be the same
Being raised from the spiritual grave
What else do you want us to learn about this Lord?
That we can be a new person, the old one is gone
Old sins are forgiven –paid by you
What else Lord? 
That one has to ask You in their life 
And be their Savior
Then and only then it should be done
Okay Lord, I got it
You are my Savior
My Lord, I confess you as my Lord and Savior
Be with me Lord 
Be in my life and guide me
Through twists and turns
I need you
I need you Lord
Be in my world
Forever and always
I love you
My Lord, my Being
My Forever and Faithful One
My One and Only One
My Everything and All Things
My Ever Now and Always
My Joy and Well Being
My Confidant, My Friend
My Father, My All-Consuming One


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If I Were A Flower

If I were a flower, the one I’d most like to be,
is a big and beautiful Calla Lily.
I’d stand so tall, in the garden by my friends.
My bloom would stay open even when the sunshine ends.

The aroma I emit would tell all that it’s spring.
To children's faces, I’d bring a grin.
I would let everyone know that Easter is near.
Winter is something no longer to fear.

Now they have taken and done strange things with me.  
I come in just about any color that you’d want to see.
I not only come in just white, as before. 
Now I am purple, yellow, black and more. 

I know that I don’t last very long.
My life each year is short lived, but strong.  
So of my beauty you must partake in a hurry.
I’m usually here after the last snow flurry.

Well I guess it’s time for me to go now.
I’m being moved to a different place.
I think I’m going to a hospital, 
to put a smile on somebody's face.


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Time Stood Still

The innocent Lamb was sacrificed
Shouldering such an onerous load
In his earthbound body dwelling here
Sent from His Father’s throne 
As the sands of time in the hourglass
His life slipped slowly away
Grace, peace and harmony 
He had brought to this earth
His life was the price He paid

The earth shook with the tragedy
The sun refused to shine
His pain on the cross was constant
The sins He covered were mine
We call it Good Friday, now
The day that He died
Death could not keep Him 
So Easter has been set aside
As the day He did arise


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Boot Hill Easter

The day did not mean much to him,
That’s why he did not know—
Just how he came there Easter morn
With Tombstone down below.

There’s a tumbleweed a blowin’,
Pushed by the breath of God—
That moves across the distant range
And marks where He has trod.

The golden sun rises again
And bathes each tattered cross—
And like that day so long ago,
There is a sense of loss.

So for a time that ol’ graveyard
Has been again reborn—
As sins and sinners do repent
And they outgrow the thorn.

There’s a tumbleweed a blowin’,
Pushed by the breath of God—
That moves across the distant range
And marks where He has trod.

And so a man walks down Boot Hill,
Touched by the robe He wore—
With Easter and the truth in him—
A doubter now no more.
 


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"HAPPY EASTER HOLIDAY!!!"

Happy Easter Holiday
To everyone I must say
For all our sins on that cross he lay
And for this we can't never repay
To know that Jesus love is just that great
He's always on time and never late
We just have to be patient and wait
I'm so glad that he came back
And keeps us focus and on track
Then on that Easter holiday
He arose and made everything okay.


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Today is a Gift

Happy Easter Baby
Today is a “Gift”

My heart, it jumped a beat today when I answered the phone
As I listened to that familiar voice, I couldn’t help but feel at home
As we talked it occurs to me, it’s like so many of our days
The clock stops, the sun goes down, and time just flys away
I’m honored to be with you, on this “Special” day
You’re my Happy Easter “Baby”, and it will always be that way
I love you with all my heart, your love is so true
When you take me in your arms, and again it feels so new
I figured out when love is real, you never have to choose
To settle for less than what you have become, for now you know the rules
Always be true to who you are and listen to your heart
Then you and your soul will never be apart

This poem is dedicated to man that changed my life 
I am forever grateful for his love and friendship 
And for every moment of sad and happiness spent on our behalf
And for showing me what true happiness is all about

With Eternal Love & Respect, 

            Rosemarie


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Dead from two lions at the cherry tree

I lose my voice
more and more
replaced by what
you think I mean
it doesn't matter to me
I lose it every day
all my faults and beliefs 
Just keep pretending you have something inside
you don't
as i continue the search
for true believers who want to save and help
and fix
and save me
from the controversial damnation

a true soul mate
among the players
trying to look so pretty
but i loose my voice more and more
i'm told what to say
influenced by your emotions
torn into waves and complexes
i don't wish to be
what does it matter to me
go forth ghost
spread the damnation
go forth spread the ultimatum,
send me to hell or heaven like you think you have that power over me

and i lose my voice more each year
as you twist and turn me
and i become something
i never intended
something within discovered
another life lesson for me to understand
to the jokes im not telling
to the riddles you're not comprehending
of the wickedness inside of everybody
who remains innocent
as i die on this page

because he came into this world
tore me apart
from limb to limb
like man stuck at the cherry tree
two lions from 
the past and the future
the seasons change with my tears
and i keep dieing
but i'm just a dead man
safely living amo0ng the living to take you there
with commercialism
of a sucker patrol
to poop the party
and you twist and turn my words to prove to yourself
i am something i'm not
and you are better than me

another rant
another injustice
nothing hidden between the lines
like Easter Sunday with no eggs
what can i say
as you parade your voodoo you practice on automatic cruise control
stop the insanity!


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My Buddies (Epigram)

Poison is very real but in no way would I drink it to make my day. Real or may, the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa Claus are here to stay! Na-na-na-na-na!!! © Joseph, 11/11/07 © All Rights Reserved Don’t spoil the fun. These are my buddies from way back, they are still my A- Team, and will continue to be for a long, long time to come and they are very real! Epigram is derived from the Greek word “epigramma” meaning “inscription.” The epigram is short, satiric, humorous, and witty. It used at times to express social criticism or political satire, and is often written as a single rhyming couplet.


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On Ash Wednesday

As many Catholics make a trip to church
on this particular day which marks the beginning –
Lent, in its threshold of another liturgical event,
they wear that smudge on their foreheads.

This calls everyone to a conversion journey
it means turning to all who suffer in their lives;
fasting and praying and giving alms to the poor,
form the essence of what Lent really means.
A particular discipline especially in prayer
provides a continuum in God’s focusing;
it’s something that shapes us from within
a constant encounter with His divine presence.

Sackcloth and ashes are signs of repentance,
like those incidents with some prophets
such as Isaiah , Daniel , Joel , Jonah , or Judith 
in their quest for a life worthy of God’s grace.

It’s a season of renewal as baptized Christians,
a reminder of our nature as mortal ones,
our identity that embraces to come to a fuller life
in the life of Christ who gifts us his love.

Described as a community of sinners,
with its strong need of repentance and understanding,
this event of Ash Wednesday that leads us to pray –
in our journey of conversion and transfiguration;
brings us to new life and closeness to Easter celebration.


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The Navel of the World

Polynesian Island
In the Pacific south east
Starved of trees
For a transporting feast
 
Stone idols
Moai, they are called
Some unfinished
Standing tall
 
This island of the extinct
Three volcanoes in all
Terevaka, Poike and Rano Kau
 
As years passed
Statues were toppled
Civil war and disease
This island buckled
 
In this modern world
With Chilean Citizenship
Over 3000 remain
No longer past hardship
 
This volcanic island
Called Rapa Nui
Is Easter Island
To you and me


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/history.php


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Something Even Worse

It's easy to cry in your beer
About being alone on Easter day
You feel cheated out of family
And though in fact that is sad

You could be much worse off
It could be something much 
more,
A thing that has turned ever so bad

You could be stuck with someone
you do not love...
Someone you can not stand...
But stuck you are,
And stuck you'll be
As if you've found you have
a tightly tied hand

That is worse,
Let's hope it's not you
Cause you'll wonder how,
Or, why, and surely what to do...


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Doing His Will

He died for us on Calvary’s Hill
Fulfilling His Father’s will,
But this was not the whole of his part
To turn to the Father all man’s heart.
It all began with his birth in a cave
But did not end with the life that he gave.
He taught by the life that he had led
Even by the multitudes that He fed.
He rose again on the third day.
The price of death He did pay.
He taught us then and teaches us now
To love each other and to serve how?
With all our heart, strength and mind.
In serving others joy we’ll find.
This Easter season let us do our part
To show we’ve taken His lessons to heart.
Praise Him in word and in deed and in act
And let no one ever forget the fact.
He lived for us and lives for us still
So let us be about doing His will.


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papa.

one person understood me.
one person stopped the war in me.
to wipe away my tears in the night,
calling me sunshine, calling me blondie.
one person went so far away,
one person won't return.
another voice i cant ever hear,
another loss i couldnt afford.
because illness fought a better fight,
because of old age,
because of death.
thats why i cry tonight.
battered photographs,
stories my father told me,
they could never do you justice.
because i couldnt cry when i saw you for the last time,
thats why the tears fall harder now.
because im reminded of you when i think of things,
like blueberry pancakes and peppermints,
of easter egg hunts, and the best birthday cards.
i hate to think of when you last saw me,
when i was tainted, alienated.
and i wish that you could see me now,
how far i've come,
and help me go further.
because no ones on my team anymore.
because i dont think they understood you.
because they played the wrong song,
because they think that you still linger in this life.
i want go back.
i want to cry.


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New fear.

   
           It used to be as we approached a bridge,
          people would wave, from young to old.
          the car drivers would sound their horn.
          it could happen any time in the morn.
           Now  the times have changed,
           throwing objects ,is a sick game.
           This Easter a woman was killed,
            thanks to these mindless thrills.
            
            Every motorist, looks with caution,
            gripping the wheel,
            pulse racing,
            feeling the dread,
           wondering if they are next.
          I too look twice,
           at the person up above,
          though if some thing is thrown,
         no time is enough.
           It is some thing I must do,
          I advise you do it to.
         I want to get home safe and sound,
        not with blue lights flashing all around.
          
           


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Loss Of The Love Object

It is gone forever now, a swirling mote of dust, 
  above the hills and fields, memorial fleck of dying love, 
vanishing from tear swept sight, away from the world, 
  oh how can life continue now, how can it go on? 

In cruel desolation, such cold, numb emptiness 
  where scalpel sharp pain wields a wafer thin blade 
daily drawn, lacerating nervous tissue and nuances of emotion, 
  slow, meticulous, precise, a living thing this pain.

Silvery and honed to savour each slash and each nick 
  with the sick sadist glee of a diligent torturer; 
tears cannot be cried anymore, dried out now, Winter cold, 
  desert arid and Easter Egg hollow, a screaming skull inverted. 

Bleeding dry, bleeding dry, a pale anaemic husk; 
  eyes look but do not register the living world, 
fingers touch but do not feel the pulse of regrowth, 
  ears listen but do not hear the words to set things right.

One of the almost dead who envies the truly dead, 
  the truly dead for their interment to inanimate peace, 
for where will my love find the object to lavish itself upon, 
  who will hold me now as one who did before? 

No courage at all, only the curse of the craven to endure, 
  less than surreal, no longer human, nothing outwardly tangible 
save a mass of screaming, electrifying pain 
  howling down the empty corridors running beneath the flesh. 

The hardest of hard lessons are learned and learned so well, 
  taught as only a past master of deranged ardour can teach; 
the loss of sanctity when expelled from the mother womb 
  is the outset of the clue to life's meaning. 

From this point forth, the love object is a thing to be lost, 
  family, friends, possessions, innocence, integrity...mind, 
eventually life itself, for all is ultimately stripped away, 
  with each love object finite and thus both fabulous and terrifying to behold.

If loss be the meaning of life, vice versa, the meaning of life be loss, 
  instilling life with it's value and fragility; 
your trauma spills indistinction, uncertainty - the loss of the love object, 
  wreaking ball on my defences - and likewise my refuge from pain... 


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An Easter Kiss

I wish that you a Happy Easter in person.
I hope that you are okay.
I still love you in a special way.

I wish that I could give you an Easter kiss.
I really hope that you are thinking of me.
If you were here, 

I would have on my bunny ears.
Giving blessings of love, kisses, hugs, 
And caressing your carrot,

Even though this time I know,
 You are once again getting married.
I’m blowing you a kiss.

I am sure that it will reach you
Again Happy Easter from me
I love you and you’re the only man,

That I’m thinking of other than God.
I thank Him for the time I spent with you,
I pray that He will send you back to me,
So that we can share more precious memories.

wrote  3-23-08




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Easter morning.

here's a poem I thought I'd write 
                         maybe early this morning or was it last night?
knock knock knock the fourth day of spring at my door,
     opening it I see a familiar friend early that's for sure,
the light of Easter rushing inside,
    the smell it brings and the joy it hides,
the church bells ringing in the distance at the top of the hour,
   baskets fill the house waiting for kids to shower,
March 23 a early Easter on a early Easter morning,
   a day that came a bit fast now sits before me,
the colors of yellow, green purple, pink, and even blue,
   Easter eggs and gift filled baskets for kids, the big ones too.
how dose one day bring so much joy, so much hope,so much love,
  not only in candy and gifts , but in worship and thanks to up above,
you can't beat a day that opens your mind and touches your heart,
  a day remembered it the testament years before that plays a big part,
what was done how it came about, how he rose and how he stands today,
  this day fills me like no other spiritually, mentally, and physically I must say,
Easter... touch life, touch your heart, move your self to tears as well as others,
  take part in this day enjoy family and friends sisters and brothers fathers and mothers,
your kids home and away those who have past who loved Easter day,
  look up to the ski and say thank you lord for all you do and for a gift like today.